A Slave for the Alpha King
Luka's question pulled me back from the edge of thoughts.
"Right," I replied. "Anyone who weaves tales with words and imagination is a storyteller."
Ivik's gaze flickered at mine, before gesturing to the pile of stories that lay scattered on the carpeted floor. "Let's pick a book then."
"Is your service expensive?" Luka asked, and my eyes widened in embarrassment.
But Ivik's laugh was warm at the innocent question. "Why do you ask, little man?"
"Because I have three books for you to read," Luka explained, his fingers tracing the spines of his treasured stories. "So if one story costs fifty dollars, I'll just pick one book. Mom shouldn't pay too much."
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